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Man, this right here, this one from the heart
This for all my niggas, Black Haven and all the surrounding areas
Family members, friends, the ones that's gone
R.I.P. Big Dre, Orange Mound bound
The ones that still is, I love
This for y'all
I done lost niggas to the streets, niggas to the system
A lot of my real niggas turned up being victims
A lot of my real niggas turned out being snitches
And some even end up being bitches
I done lost niggas to the streets, niggas to the system
A lot of my real niggas turned up being victims
A lot of my real niggas turned out being snitches
And some even end up being bitches
I done lost
Niggas to the streets and some partners to the system
Got a homie doing life in Robert Knight
That's the only night I wasn't with him
And my right hand shooter turned to the hooter
That bitch he was fucking with put
Him on it, that shit there was crucial
Lost niggas to the gangbang, lost niggas to the coke slang
Lost a lot of friend of me, made a lot of enemies when I became famous
Times start getting hard, niggas start switching
I done seen niggas snitching for them petty pennies
It's a cold game, nigga gotta keep a jacket
I'm from a hood where a nigga gotta keep a ratchet
It's like everybody crooked, ain't nobody straight
When you start doing good for yourself, that's when they hate
Lost niggas to the streets, niggas to the system
A lot of my real niggas turned up being victims
A lot of my real niggas turned out being snitches
And some even end up being bitches
I done lost niggas to the streets, niggas to the system
A lot of my real niggas turned up being victims
A lot of my real niggas turned out being snitches
And some even end up being bitches
I done lost
I'm a Black Haven nigga straight up out that Hillcrest High
A lot of my niggas, they still here with us
A lot of my niggas done already died
R.I.P. L.O.R.D., Infamous, I mention them all
When I'm making these beats, I feel you still around me
Maybe it's just your ghost
I know you up in Heaven with Bizzo taking care of mommy and daddy
And Tommy and all of the family members we lost
All the homies that we done lost, some of them off in the game
Man, I miss Sonny riding in that Mustang
Man, them niggas die young, they never last long
'Cause the devil in they head tryna make 'em do wrong
Killer Mike, L. Gary, our little Larry still in
And my brother Lucy probably never see outside of the pen
Most of my hustling niggas in while my lazy niggas out
Where they ain't out and they ain't even really tryna win
Putting blunts in the wind with my nigga Chris
Talking 'bout all of the homies we miss
And all we can do is just sit here reminiscing
Lost niggas to the streets, niggas to the system
A lot of my real niggas turned up being victims
A lot of my real niggas turned out being snitches
And some even end up being bitches
I done lost niggas to the streets, niggas to the system
A lot of my real niggas turned up being victims
A lot of my real niggas turned out being snitches
And some even end up being bitches
I done lost
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